Monday, January 8, 2018

Deep by Minx Malone and Nana Malone: Release Blitz + Review

I am the ghost that haunts your
dreams. I am a liar, a protector...a killer...I am death.

You think you know my story, but
you have no idea. My death was just the beginning.

I’m a dead man.

In the years since I escaped the
shadow organization that owned me, my vow to protect my family is the only
thing that kept me alive.

Until I meet her.

Too bad I need the monster to
protect her from the demons of her past.

Too bad she’s not that innocent.

Cliffhanger Warning: I know you
want the whole story right now. But that's not how things went down. And I
think you know by now when it comes to ORUS, things don't always go according
to f*cking plan.

(The Deep Duet unfolds over the
course of two books. Deep will be followed by Deeper, releasing on January
29th)

YES! Thank the Heavens above; I
finally have Rafe’s story! This man is the epitome of an alpha male. Strong,
sexy, sensuous and oh so mysterious. He gives me ALL the feels. I have waited
so long to get in deep with this man. To top it all off … Rafe has met his match
in Diana. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? Right … ?

The last thing that Rafe ever
expected was to meet those intense eyes again, especially after all of these
years. Diana always knew that she would avenge her fathers’ death. Until she
got to know his killer, that is. Could she go through with it? The man that
killed her father was a monster. The epitome of filth. The scum beneath her shoe.
She would have no qualms in seeking revenge. Or would she?

Nana and Minx have given us yet
another masterpiece in Deep. I devoured this book in one sitting. Like all of
their others, once I cracked it open, nothing else mattered. This story has been
in the making for quite some time, as we’re finally getting back to where it all
began. If you have not been introduced to these amazing authors, please acquaint
yourself immediately. Definitely top shelf reads. Enjoy!

If she wanted her plan to work, it was going to require sacrifice,
which meant getting this car down the fucking ravine and then climbing down
herself. Time to put on her big-girl thong.

She gathered up her long blond hair and secured it with a ponytail
holder. Time to get to work. She only had a couple of hours. She’d been
following Rafe DeMarco every Tuesday for months. This was the path he’d take.
It was too late for another plan. Besides she’s been setting this up for
months.

She had selected the perfect spot for this. Right before the guardrail
began. As an added bonus, there was a path she could use to initially climb
down and a rock outcropping she could stand on to wait for him.

She’d scattered broken glass to make it look like an accident. Once
the car was in neutral, she jogged around to the trunk and started to push.

Her ribs throbbed. That asshole in krav maga class had forgotten they
were training and had gotten in a brutal hit. She’d have bruises for days. But
it wasn’t like she could wait to heal up.

Even as the sweat popped on her brow and her body screamed, inch by
inch she pushed until she finally started to get some momentum. And then
managed to get car right up to the edge. With one more deep breath, she rolled
the car over the edge.

The crash, boom, thud sounds echoed all through the ravine as the car
tumbled front-over-end down the jagged edges of rocks. A quick glance at her
watch told her she needed to haul ass. DeMarco was likely turning on to the
road by now, so she didn’t have time to waste.

It was a stupid thing, but she felt a pang of hurt looking at the
shiny blue paint she’d picked out, all crumpled and cracked. That was the first
car she’d ever bought for herself.

She’d never had her own car before. Her father had preferred for her
to be chauffeured, and her brothers had felt the same way. So she’d been
excited to pick out a car on her own. And look at it now… a martyr for the
cause.

“Your sacrifice will not be for nothing, young Toyota.”

The back of the car was now completely smashed and bent, so it looked
like the car had skidded off the road and plunged down the embankment. She
shivered. Under her coat, she only wore a thin dress, one that clung to her
curves. But it was part of the plan, so she’d pushed past the mortification. It
would all be worth it soon.

She clasped her forehead, rubbing at the stress ball of tension that
had settled behind her eyes. Now or never.

The entire scene had been meticulously planned. With a deep breath,
she scooted around the guardrail and held her breath as she started down the
nearly nonexistent trail. Sand and razor-sharp rocks were more than happy to
mingle with her toes and cut up her feet, but she kept moving.

The son of a bitch had better take the bait. He will. This whole plan
banked on Rafe DeMarco being a decent enough human being to care about someone
else potentially being hurt. Either that or curious enough to stop and see what
the hell was going on.

The glass was hard to ignore. As were the random clothes she’d strewn
about. She just prayed some other stray motorist didn’t decide to be a Good
Samaritan. But this was an access road, rarely ever traveled.

She shoved aside the lingering feelings of doubt and concern and
guilt. This man had taken everything away from her, deliberately and
systematically. She was going to return the favor. And she was going to get her
life back. It didn’t matter how long it took.

She shivered again when she remembered his dark eyes peering at her
from behind the mask. He’d just killed her father. Two bullets in the skull.
Cold. Efficient. His lips had been set in a firm, grim line.

She’d gasped from her hiding place, the fear and the shock and despair
leaking through her body like a chemical spill. She still remembered the sound
of his voice as he muttered a single word. “Fuck.” When he’d pulled aside the
curtain, she’d been so sure he was going to kill her too. Positive he was going
to murder her like he’d done her father. But he hadn’t. He’d let her live.

That was his first mistake.

Maybe he’d assumed she’d be so traumatized by the situation that she
wouldn’t remember. Maybe he thought she’d be grateful he hadn’t killed her.
Maybe he thought she’d forget his face, his voice, the way he made her feel.

Bad luck for him. She remembered that day in startling clarity. The
day he’d turned her family upside down. Come to think of it, she needed to have
a slogan for when she saw him again. Like in The Princess Bride.

“My name is Diana Vandergraff. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
She wasn’t the villain here, so she wasn’t going to have some long, drawn-out
bragging speech. But he would know. She’d make sure he understood the series of
events that had led to his world crumbling.

NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in the
Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a
master's degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be
scandalized by how she's using her expensive education.

Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million ebooks in
her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since starting her
indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella "Teasing
Trent," her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today
bestseller lists more than a dozen times.

She's now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in her
pajamas.

USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone's love of all things romance
and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel she
"borrowed" from her cousin.

It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious
thirteen. She's been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. With her
overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a
matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana
works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as
brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.